Wednesday, November 12, 2003
The Queen of Nerds is BACK!
Ok, so we have a new air mattress, without a hole. Which is good.
But we have to move out. Which is mostly bad.
But we might be able to get an apartment with Kellie, which is good.
But it might be more expensive than what we have now, which is bad.
But it might be fun, which would be good.
But it might be awkward, which would be bad.
Anyway, enough "mights". We'll just have to see what's available and go for it.
But we're both pretty excited that Kellie is moving back to the area.
And I have entirely too many paragraph breaks today. Oh well.
Life is not quite as good as it has been, but then again the honeymoon phase can't last forever, and I'm kind of relieved that I know how the body of the relationship will be. I can deal with the PMS and the irrationality. I'm actually learning to be amused by it, but I still have a tendency to take it a bit too seriously. Maybe it's that verbal abuse legacy from my dad.
Anyway, I'm not real happy with my parents right now, so I'm not going to call them. I'm just going to wait for Mom to get up the nerve to risk Sarah's "frosty tone" and call me. What a crock of shit. I mean, really. She may not be cordial, but she has no reason to be. My parents have not been particularly nice to me since I came out. And certainly not since I told them about our couplehood. They're just going to have to get over themselves. I'm tired of making concessions. It's their turn.
And I'll get off my soapbox now.
But we have to move out. Which is mostly bad.
But we might be able to get an apartment with Kellie, which is good.
But it might be more expensive than what we have now, which is bad.
But it might be fun, which would be good.
But it might be awkward, which would be bad.
Anyway, enough "mights". We'll just have to see what's available and go for it.
But we're both pretty excited that Kellie is moving back to the area.
And I have entirely too many paragraph breaks today. Oh well.
Life is not quite as good as it has been, but then again the honeymoon phase can't last forever, and I'm kind of relieved that I know how the body of the relationship will be. I can deal with the PMS and the irrationality. I'm actually learning to be amused by it, but I still have a tendency to take it a bit too seriously. Maybe it's that verbal abuse legacy from my dad.
Anyway, I'm not real happy with my parents right now, so I'm not going to call them. I'm just going to wait for Mom to get up the nerve to risk Sarah's "frosty tone" and call me. What a crock of shit. I mean, really. She may not be cordial, but she has no reason to be. My parents have not been particularly nice to me since I came out. And certainly not since I told them about our couplehood. They're just going to have to get over themselves. I'm tired of making concessions. It's their turn.
And I'll get off my soapbox now.
